fell from the pen of Mr. Waller. I have heard his last printed copies, which are added in the seroral editions of his poems, very slightly spoken of; but certainly they do not deserve it. They do indeed discover themselves to be his last, and that is the worst we can say of them. He is there

Jam senior; sed cruda Deo viridisque senectus 3. The same censure perhaps will be passed on the pieces of this Second Part. I shall not so far engage for them, as to pretend they are all equal to whatever he wrote in the vigour of his youth : yet, they are so much of a piece with the rest, that any man will at first sight know them to be Mr. Waller's. Some of them were wrote very early, but not put into former collections, for reasons obvious enough, but which are now ceased. The play 4 was altered to please the court: it is not to be doubted who sat for the two brothers' characters. It was agreeable to the sweetness of Mr. Waller's temper, to soften the rigour of the tragedy, as he expresses it: but, whether it be so agree. able to the nature of tragedy itself, to make every thing come oft easily, I leave to the critics. In the Prologue, and Epilogue, there are a few verses that he has made use of upon another occasion : but, the reader may be pleased to allow that in him, that has been allowed so long in Homer, and Lucretius. Exact writers dress up their thoughts so very well always, that, when they have need of the same sense, they cannot put it into other words, but it must be to its prejudice. Care has been taken in this book to get together every thing of Mr:Waller's, that is not put into the former collection: so that between both, the reader may make the set complete.

It will perhaps he contended after all, that some of these ought not to have been published: and Mr. Cowley's s decision will be urged, that a neat tomb of marble is a better monument than a great pile of rubbish. It might be answered to this, that the pictures and poems of great masters have been always valued, though the last hand were not put to them. And I believe none of those gentlemen, that will make the objection, would refuse a sketch of Raphael's, or one of Titian's draughts of the first sitting. I might tell them too, what care has been taken by the learned, to preserve the fragments of the antient Greek and Latin poets: there has been thought to be a divinity in what they said ; and therefore the least pieces of it have been kept up, and reverenced like religious re. lics. And, I am sure, take away the “ mille anni ©;" and impartial reasoning will tell us there is as much due to the memory of Mr. Waller, as to the most celebrated names of antiquity.

But, to wave the dispute now, of what ought to have been done, I can assure the reader, what would have been, had this edition been delayed. The following Poems were got abroad, and in a great many hands : it were vain to expect, that, among so many admirers of Mr. Waller, they should not meet with one fond enough to publish them. They might have staid, indeed, till by frequent transcriptions they had been corrupted extremely, and jumbled together with things of another kind but then they would have found their way into the world. So it was thought a greater piece of kindness to the author, to put them out whilst they continue genuine and unmixed, and such as he himself, were he alive, might own.

3 Virg. Æn. vi. 304.
4 The Maid's Tragedy; which does not come within the plan of the present publication.
s In the Preface to his Works.
6 Alluding to that serse in Juvenal,

Et uni cedit Homero
Propter mille annos

Sat. vii.
And yields to Homer on no other score,
Than that he liv'd a thousand years before.

Mr. C. Dryden.






These mighty peers plac'd in the gilded barge,

Proud with the burthen of so brave a charge ; HIS MAJESTY (BEING PRINCE)

With painted oars the youths begin to sweep ESCAPED IN THE ROAD AT SAINT ANDERO. Neptune's smooth face, and cleave the yielding deep:

Which soon becomes the seat of sudden war NOW had his highness bid farewell to Spain, Between the wind and tide, that fiercely jar. And reach'd the sphere of his own power, the

As when a sort of lusty shepherds try With British bounty in his ship he feasts (main; Their force at foot-ball, care of victory TH' Hesperian princes, his amazed guests,

Makes them salute so rudely breast to breast, To find that watery wilderness exceed

That their encounter seems too rough for jest; The entertainment of their great Madrid.

They ply their feet, and still the restless ball, Healths to both kings, attended with the roar Tost to and fro, is urged by them all : Of canons echoed from th' affrighted shore, So fares the doubtful barge 'twixt tide and winds, With loud resemblance of his thunder, prove

And like effect of their contention finds. Bacchus the seed of cloud-compelling Jove: Yet the bold Britons still securely row'd; While to his harp divine Arion sings

Charles and his virtue was their sacred load : The bores, and conquests, of our Albion kings. Than which a greater pledge Heaven could not give,

Of the fourth Edward was his noble song, That the good boat this tempest should outlive. Fierce, goodly, valiant, beautiful, and young :

But storms increase! and now no hope of grace He re the crown from vanquish'd Henry's head; Among them shines, save in the prince's face; Rais'd the White Rose, and trampled on the Red : The rest resign their courage, skill, and sight, Till Love, triumphing o'er the victor's pride, To danger, horrour, and unwelcome night. Brraght Mars and Warwick to the conquer'd side: The gentle vessel (wont with state and pride Neglected Warwick, (whose bold hand, like Fate, On the smooth back of silver Thames to ride) Gires and resumes the sceptre of our state)

Wanders astonish'd in the angry main, Woves for his master; and, with double shame, As Titan's car did, while the golden rein Himself deluded, mocks the princely dame, Fill’d the young band of his adventurous son', The lady Bona: whom just anger burns,

When the whole world an equal hazard run And foreign war with civil rage returns.

To this of ours, the light of whose desire,
Ah! spare your swords, where beauty is to blame; Waves threaten now, as that was scar'd by fire.
Love gare th' affront, and must repair the same: Th' impatient sea grows impotent, and raves,
When France shall boast of her whose conquering That, night assisting, his impetuous waves

Should find resistance from so light a thing;
Hare made the best of English hearts their prize, These surges ruin, those our safety bring.
Hare power to alter the decrees of Fate,

Th’ oppressed vessel doth the charge abide,
And change again the counsels of our state. Only because assail'd on every side:
What the prophetic muse intends, alone

So men, with rage and passion set on fire,
To him, that feels the secret wonnd, is known. Trembling for haste, impeach their mad desire.

With the sweet sound of this harmonious lay, The pale Iberians had expir'd with fear,
About the keel delighted dolphins play;

But that their wonder did divert their care;
Too sure a sign of sea's ensuing rage,

To see the prince with danger mov'd no more,
Which must anon this royal troop engage:

Than with the pleasures of their court before :
To wbom soft sleep seems more secure and sweet,
Within the town commanded by our fleet.

· Phaeton,

Godlike his courage seem'd, whom nor delight New courage from reviving hope they take,
Could soften, nor the face of Death affright: And, climbing o'er the waves, that taper make,
Next to the power of making tempests cease, On which the hope of all their lives depends,
Was in that storm to have so calm a peace. As his on that fair hero's hand extends.
Great Maro could no greater tempest feign, The ship at anchor, like a fixed rock, [knock;
When the loud winds, usurping on the main Breaks the proud billows which her large sidas
For angry Juno, labour'd to destroy

Whose rage, restrained, foaming higher swells; The hated relics of confounded Troy:

And from her port the weary barge repels: His bold Æneas, on like billows tost,

Threatening to make her, forced out again, In a tall ship, and all his country lost,

Repeat the dangers of the troubled main. Dissolves with fear; and both his hands upheld, Twice was the cable hurl'd in vain; the fates Proclaims them happy whom the Greeks had quell’d Would not be moved for our sister states; In honourable fight : our hero set

For England is the third successful throw, In a small shallop, Fortune in his debt,

And then the genius of that land they know, So near a hope of crowns and sceptres, more Whose prince must be (as their own books devise) Than ever Priam, when he flourish'd, wore; Lord of the scene, where now his danger lies. His loins yet full of ungot princes, all

Well sung the Roman bard; "all human things His glory in the bud, lets nothing fall

Of dearest value hang on slender strings." That argues fear: if any thought annoys

O see the then sole bope, and in design The gallant youth, 'tis love's untasted joys; Of Heaven our joy, supported by a line ! And dear remembrance of that fatal glance, Which for that instant was Heaven's care above, For which lie lately pawn'd his heart in France; The chain that's fixed to the throne of Jove, Where he had seen a brighter nymph than she ?, On which the fabric of our world depends; That sprung out of his present foe, the sea. One link dissolv'd, the whole creation ends. That noble ardour, more than mortal fire, The conquer'd ocean could not make expire ; Nor angry Thetis raise her waves above Th'heroic prince's courage, or his love :

OP HIS MAJESTY'S RECEIVING THE NEWS OP 'Twas indignation, and not fear, he felt,

THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM'S DEATH. The shrine should perish where that image dwelt. Ah, Love forbid! the noblest of thy train

So earnest with thy God! Can no new care, Should not survive to let her know his pain : No sense of danger, interrupt thy prayer? 'Vho, nor his peril minding, nor his flame,

The sacred wrestler, till a blessing given, Is entertain'd with some less serious game,

Quits not his hold, but halting conquers heaven; Among the bright nymphs of the Gallic court; Nor was the stream of thy devotion stopp'd, All highly born, obsequious to her sport:

When from the body such a limb was lopp'd, They roses seem, which, in their early pride, As to thy present state was no less maim; But half reveal, and half their beauties hide: Though thy wise choice has since repair'd the same. She the glad morning, which her beams does throw Bold Homer durst not so great virtue feign Upon their smiling leaves, and gilds them so: In his best pattern 3: of Patroclus slain, Like bright Aurora, whose refulgent ray

With such amazement as weak mothers use, Foretells the fervour of ensuing day;

And frantic gesture, he receives the news. And warns the shepherd with his flocks retreat Yet fell his darling by th' impartial chance To leafy shadows, from the threaten'd heat. Of war, impos'd by royal Hector's lance:

From Cupid's string, of many shafts that fled, Thine in full peace, and by a vulgar hand Wing'd with those plumes which noble Fame had Torn from thy bosum, left his high command. shed,

The famous painter 4 could allow no place
As through the wond'ring world she flew, and told For private sorrow in a prince's face:
Of his adventures, haughty, brave, and bold, Yet, that his piece might not exceed belief,
Some had already touch'd the royal maid,

He cast a veil upon supposed grief.
But Love's first summons seldom are obey'd: 'Twas want of such a precedent as this,
Light was the wound, the prince's care unknown, Made the old heathen frame their gods amiss.
She might not, would not, yet reveal her own. Their Phæbus should not act a fonder part
His glorious name had so possest her ears,

For the fair boy', than he did for his hart: That with delight those antique tales she hears Nor blame for Hyacinthus' fate his own, (known. Of Jason, Theseus, and such worthies old,

That kept from him wish'd death, hadst thou been As with his story best resemblance hold.

He that with thine shall weigh good David's deeds, And now she views, as on the wall it hung,

Shall find his passion, nor his love, exceeds: What old Musæus so divinely sung:

He curst the mountains where his brave friend dy'd, Which art with life and love did so inspire,

But let false Ziba with his heir divide: That she discerns and favours that desire,

Where thy immortal love to thy blest friends, Which there provokes th' adventurous youth to Like that of heaven, upon their seed descends. swim,

Such huge extremes inhabit thy great mind, And in Leander's danger pities him;

God-like, unmov'd; and yet, like woman, kind ! Whose not new lore alone, but fortune, seeks Which of the ancient poets had not brought To frame his story like that amorous Greek's. Our Charles's pedigree from heaven; and taught For from the stern of some good ship appears How some bright dame, comprest by mighty Jove, A friendly light, which moderates their fears : Produc'd this mix'd divinity and love?

> Venus.

3 Achilles.

4 Timanthes.

s Cyparişsus.


Mad Cacus so, whom like ill fate persuades,

The herd of fair Alcmene's seed invades;

Who, for revenge, and mortals' glad relief,

Sack'd the dark cave, and crush'd that horrid thief. Ware'er thy nary spreads her canvass wings, Morocco's monarch, wondering at this fact, Homage to thee, and peace to all, she brings: Save that his presence his affairs exact, The French and Spaniard, when thy flags appear, Had come in person, to have seen and known Forget their hatred, and consent to fear.

The injur'd world's avenger and his own. Sa Jove from Ida did both hosts survey,

Hither he sends the chief among his peers, And, when he pleas'd to thunder, part the fray. Who in his bark proportion'd presents bears, Ships heretofore in seas like fishes sped,

To the renown'd for piety and force, The mightiest still upon the smallest fed :

Poor captives manumis'd, and matchless horse. Thou on the deep imposest nobler laws; And by that justice hast remov'd the cause Of those rude tempests, which, for rapine sent, Too oft, alas! involv'd the innocent. Nor shall the ocean, as thy Thames, be free From both those fates, of storms and piracy.

MAJESTY'S REPAIRING OF ST. PAUL'S. But we most happy, who can fear no force Beat winged troops, or Pega ean horse:

That shipwreck'd vessel, which th' apostle bore, 'Tis not so hard for greedy foes to spoil

Scarce suffer'd more upon Melita's shore, Another nat on, as to touch our soil.

Than did his temple in the sea of time; Sold Natnre's self invade the world again, Our nation's glory, and our nation's crime. And o'er the centre spread the liquid main, When the first monarch of this happy isle, Tay power were safe; and her destructive hand Mov'd with the ruin of so brave a pile, Would but enlarge the bounds of thy command: This work of cost and piety begun, The dreadful feet would style thee lord of all, To be accomplish'd by his glorious son: And ride in triumph o'er the drowned ball : Who all that came within the ample thought The towers of oak o'er fertile plains might go, Of his wise sire has to perfection brought. Aal visit mountains, where they once did grow. He, like Amphion, makes those quarries leap

The world's restorer once could not indure, Into fair figures from a confus'd heap: That finish’d Babel should those men secure, For in his art of regiment is found Whose pride design'd that fabric to have stood A power, like that of harmony in sound Aberce the reach of any second flood :

Those, antique minstrels sure were Charles-like To thee his chosen, more indulgent, he

kings, Dares trust such power with so much piety. Cities their lutes, and subjects' hearts their strings;

On which with so divine a hand they strook,
Consent of motion from their breath they took:
So, all our minds with his conspire to grace

The Gentiles' great apostle; and deface

Those state-obscuring sheds, that, like a chain,

Seem'd to confine and fetter him again: Of Jason, Theseus, and such worthies old,

Which the glad saint shakes off at his command, Light seem the tales antiquity has told:

As once the viper from his sacred hand.
Soch beasts, and monsters, as their force opprest, So joys the aged oak, when we divide
So ae places only, and some times, infest.

The creeping ivy from his injur'd side.
Sallee, that scorn'd all power and laws of men, Ambition rather would affect the fame
Gook with their owners hurrying to their den; Of some new structure to have borne her name:
And future ages threatening with a rude

Two distant virtues in one act we find, And savage race, successively renewd:

The modesty, and greatness, of his mind : Their king despising with rebellious pride,

Which, not content to be above the rage And foes profest to all the world beside:

And injury of all-impairing age, This pest of mankind gives our hero fame,

In its own worth secure, doth higher climb, And through th' obliged world dilates his name. And things half swallow'd, from the jaws of time The prophet once to cruel Agag said,

Reduce: an earnest of his grand design, As thy fierce sword has mothers childless made, To frame no new church, but the old refine: So shall the sword make thine: and with that word which, spouse-like, may with comely grace comHe bee'd the man in pieces with his sword.

More than by force of argument or hand. (man Just Charles like measure has return'd to these, For, doubtful reason few can apprehend: Whose pagan hands had stain'd the troubled seas : And war brings ruin, where it should amend : With ships, they made the spoiled merchants mourn; But beauty, with a bloodless conquest, finds With ships, their city and themselves are torn. A welcome sovereignty in rudest minds. One quadron of our winged castles sent

Not aught, which Sheba's wondering queen beh Cetthrew their fort, and all their navy rent: Amongst the works of Solomon, excell'd For, est content the dangers to increase,

His ships and building; emblems of a heart, An act the part of tempests in the seas;

Large both in magnanimity and art. Like bangry wolves, those pirates from our shore While the propitious heavens this work atten. Whole flocks of sheep, and ravish'd cattle, bore. The showers long wanted they forget to send Safely they might on other nations prey; Foots to provoke the sovereiga of the sea !

• King James I.


As if they meant to make it understood

There public care with private passion fought Of more importance than our vital food.

A doubtful combat in his noble thought: The sun, which riseth to salute the quire

Should he confess his greatness and his love, Already finish’d, setting shall admire

And the free faith of your great brother 8 prove; How private bounty cou'd so far extend:

With his Achates 9, breaking through the cloud The king built all; but Charles the western-end; Of that disguise, which did their graces shroud; So proud a fabric to devotion giv'n,

And mixing with those gallants at the ball, At once it threatens, and obliges, heaven!

Dance with the ladies, and outshine them all ? Laomedon, that had the gods in pay,

Or on his journey o'er the mountains ride?-
Neptune, with him 7 that rules the sacred day, So, when the fair Leucothoë he espy'd,
Could no such structure raise: Troy wall'd so high, To check his steeds impatient Phæbus yearn'd,
Th’ Atrides might as well have forc'd the sky, Though all the world was in his course concern'd.

Glad, though amazed, are our neighbour kings, What may hereafter her meridian do,
To see such power employ'd in peaceful things: Whose dawning beauty warm'd his bosom so?
They list not urge it to the dreadful field;

Not so divine a fame, since deathless gods
The task is easier to destroy, than build.

Forbore to visit the defil'd abodes
...... Sic gratia Regum

Of men, in any mortal breast did burn;
Pieriis tentata modis.......

Nor shall, till piety and they return.



The lark, that shuns on lofty boughs to build
OCCASIONED UPON SIGHT OF HER MAJESTY'S PICTURE. Her humble nest, lies silent in the field:
Well fare the hand! which to our humble sight

But if (the promise of a cloudless day)

Aurora smiling bids her rise and play; Presents that beauty, which the dazzling light

Then strait she shows, 'twas not for want of voice, Of royal splendour hides from weaker eyes,

Or power to climb, she made so low a choice : And all access, save by this art, denies.

Singing she mounts, her airy wings are stretch'd Here only we have courage to behold

Tow'rds heaven, as if from heaven her note she This beam of glory: here we dare unfold In numbers thus the wonders we conceive:

So we, retiring from the busy throng, [fetch'd.

Use to restrain th' ambition of our song; The gracious image, seeming to give leave,

But since the light, which now informs our age, Propitious stands, vouchsafing to be seen;

Breaks from the court, indulgent to her rage;
And by our muse saluted, mighty queen:
In whom th' extremes of power and beauty move,

Thither my muse, like bold Prometheus, fies,

To light her torch at Gloriana's eyes. (soul, The queen of Britain, and the queen of Love!

Those sovereign beams, which heal the wounded As the bright Sun (to which we owe no sight Of equal glory to your beauty's light)

And all our cares, but once beheld, control ! Is wisely plac'd in so sublime a seat,

There the poor lover, that has long endur'd Textend his light, and moderate his heat:

Some proud nymph's scorn, of his fond passion cur'd,

Fares like the man, who first upon the ground So, happy 'tis you move in such a sphere,

A glowworm. spy'd; supposing he had found As your high majesty with awful fear

A moving diamond, a breathing stone; In human breasts might qualify that fire,

Por life it had, and like those jewels shone:
Which, kindled by those eyes, had flamed higher,

He held it dear, till, by the springing day
Than when the scorched world like hazard run,
By the approach of the ill-guided sun.

Inform’d, he threw the worthless worm away.

She saves the lover, as we gangrenes stay, No other nymphs have title to men's hearts,

By cutting hope, like a lopt limb, away:
But as their meanness larger hope imparts:

This makes her bleeding patients to accuse
Your beauty more the fondest lover moves
With admiration, than his private loves;

High Heaven, and these expostulations use.

“ Could Nature then no private woman grace, With admiration! for a pitch so high

Whom we might dare to love, with such a face, (Save sacred Charles's) never love durst fly.

Such a complexion, and so radiant eyes, Heaven, that preferr'd a sceptre to your hand,

Such lovely motion, and such sharp replies ? Favour'd our freedom more than your command: Beauty had crown'd you, and you must have been what envious power has plac'd this glorious light?”

Beyond our reach, and yet within our sight, The whole world's mistress, other than a queen.

Thus, in a starry night fond children cry All had been rivals, and you might have spar'd,

For the rich spangles, that adorn the sky; Or kill'd, and tyranniz'd, without a guard.

Which, though they shine for ever fixed there, No power achiev'd, either by arms or birth,

With light and influence relieve us here.
Equals Love's empire, both in heaven and earth:

All her affections are to one inclin'd;
Such eyes as your's, on Jove himself have thrown
As bright and fierce a lightning as his own:

Her bounty and compassion, to mankind :

To whom, while she so far extends her grace,
Witness our Jove, prevented by their flame

She makes but good the promise of her face :
In his swift passage to th' Hesperian dame:
When, like a lion, finding, in his way

For mercy has, could mercy's self be seen,

No sweeter look than this propitious queen. To some intended spoil, a fairer prey;

Such guard, and comfort, the distressed find The royal youth, pursuing the report

From her large power, and from her larger mind, Of beauty, found it in the Gallic court:

8 Louis XIII, king of France. 7 Apollo.

9 Duke of Buckingham.

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